After leaving the Pemex station, The Reverend and Ginger drove out west of town a
couple miles and pulled into a nice RV Park called the Brisa del Mar, where they asked if
there was space. The manager told them that the park was full but that they would probably
be able to find camping space at Shipwreck Cove, located at Kilometer 9, just past the
Hotel Cabo San Lucas.

"How about in the next town?" asked Ginger.

"There are several very nice RV parks there," said the manager. "Do
you happen to be members of the Vagabundos del Mar?"

"What is that?" asked the Reverend.

"It's a travel club which has its own park. It's located on the left side of
the highway, about a mile before you get into Cabo San Lucas. It's called Casa Rodantes
VDM. If they aren't full of their own members, they will accept others."

"That is a strange name," said Ginger. "What does it mean in
English?"

"Casa Rodantes means house which travels along the road," replied the
manager.

"Seems odd to me that all of the parks are full at this time of the
year," said Ginger. "I thought that people went on vacation in the summer."

"It is difficult to find RV spaces anywhere in Baja during the winter
months," replied the manager. "Most of them are rented for three or four months
at a time by people who come here to escape the cold weather where they live."

As they drove along the highway, they topped a hill and saw a burning automobile by
the side of the road.

"Do you think that someone has had a wreck and needs help?" asked Ginger
as they approached.

"I don't think so," replied the Reverend. "It looks as if the car
was stripped before being set on fire."

Just as they came to the burning hulk, Ginger looked toward the ocean and shouted,
"Look! Whales! And two of them, looks like a mother and a baby whale. Quick, turn
down that road to the beach and let's go watch them."

They followed the road for a short distance, watching the whales as they would
surface, send spouts of water into the air and dive back below the waves with a flip of
their huge tails. These whales were stragglers which were working their way around the tip
of Baja before setting out on the long voyage to their summer feeding grounds off the
coast of Alaska.

"There's Joe Bob and LuAnn, the people that I told you about meeting at the
pig roast when we were at the Serenidad," said Ginger. "Let's stop and see what
they are doing."

Just as Ginger and the Reverend stepped out of the van, a big black dog came
running toward them. A man who looked like a hippie shouted, "Blackie, get your ass
back here and don't bite that man. He looks like a preacher and the last time you bit one
of those things, you had the runs for a week."

"Howdy, Ginger," said Joe Bob. "We got ourselves a party going here.
You folks care for a cold beer or a shot of Jose Cuervo?"

"Sir, We are Children of God and would never think of allowing such sinful
liquid as that to cross our lips," said the Reverend.

"Come on now, Reverend, lighten up a little," said Ginger. "These
are nice people and you don't have to drink anything stronger than a Pepsi if you don't
want to. As for myself, I'd appreciate a good cold beer."

Travis got to his feet and introduced himself. "I'm Travis Taylor and this is
Tom Davis. This is his home and we are his uninvited guests."

"I'm Ginger Wilson and this is the Reverend John Harrison," she said,
holding out her hand to Travis. They shook hands, holding on and looking at one another
for several seconds.

"Have a seat, Ginger," said Travis, offering her the box on which he had
been sitting, then taking a seat on the ground.

"What will it be little darlin'," said Joe Bob to Ginger. "I got
Carta Blanca, Superior and Tecate, all colder than a mother-in-law's kiss."

"A Tecate will be fine," replied Ginger.

"Sot!" scolded the Reverend as he retreated to the sanctity of the van.

"Those hellfire and brimstone preachers are all alike. How do you manage to
put up with him," remarked Joe Bob.

"Oh, I just ignore about half of what he says," she replied as she sipped
the cold beer.

"I suppose that I really should do something about the car that I left up on
the road," said Travis.

"You don't have to worry about it," said the hippie. "It's probably
already been stripped and torched by now."

"We saw a car burning up on the road when we drove in," said Ginger.
"Was that yours?"

"It was a rental car," replied Travis. "Looks like it belongs to the
insurance company now."

"Look," said the hippie. "That's the Bluefin coming around the
point, but it looks as if it is riding awfully low in the water."

They watched as the boat plowed its way into the cove, turned and headed straight
for the beach. They heard the engine stop just before the prow of the boat slid onto the
sand.

"He's beached it," shouted the hippie as he jumped to his feet, grabbed a
stick which was leaning against his chair and began to hobble toward the beach.
"Everyone run down and help him with the lines so the tide doesn't carry it back out
to sea."

Carlos stepped around the windshield and slid from the flying bridge to the front
deck, where he tossed ropes to the people as they arrived. "See if you can hold us in
this position for a few minutes," he shouted. "The tide's going out rather fast
and the bottom will soon be resting firmly on the sand."

By this time, the hippie had arrived and shouted to Carlos, "Que Paso,
Amigo?"

"We were taking on water. When the tide is all the way out, we will be able to
repair it. She will float again at high tide just after midnight."

As soon as the boat was firmly aground on the sand, Carlos put a boarding ladder
over the side and everyone climbed to the ground.

"Well, damn if it ain't Rebecca Crenshaw," said Joe Bob as he motioned
her to a seat on the beer cooler. "How did things work out for you at the
Serenidad?"

"I'll never tell," she replied.

"Joe Bob! That's not a nice thing to ask a lady," scolded LuAnn.

The two missionary couples refused the offer of beer or tequila and went to sit
with the Reverend, who was reading his bible by the van.

Luis and Maria hadn't come all the way into the camp but were standing under the
palm trees, holding hands and talking softly.

"It looks as if Maria and Luis have quite a bit in common," mentioned
Rebecca.

"Luis is old enough to get married," replied Carlos. "Maria seems to
be a very nice girl who would make a beautiful bride and a good wife."

Carlos shouted Luis, "As soon as the tide is out, repair the fitting before it
gets too dark." Luis and Maria walked down the beach toward the boat, hand in hand.

Joe Bob got up and went to his pickup, saying, "Speaking about darkness, I'd
better put up the tent before it gets too dark."

It took only a few minutes for him to pitch the Eureka tent and throw their
sleeping bags inside. When he returned, he brought along several pieces of driftwood he
had picked up along the beach for a camp fire. When the fire was burning brightly,
everyone formed a loose circle around it.

It would be difficult for one to find three more totally opposed theories of
religion than the Mormons, Jehovah's Witness and the Reverend; who were now involved in a
heated theological battle near the van. The Reverend was waving his arms and shouting,
"The Baptists have the only true faith. They alone know what Christ really
said."

The Mormons countered with, "Joseph Smith was a disciple and actually talked
with Jesus Christ. He read what was written on the golden tablets. We have the true
word."

"We are the true witnesses of Jehovah," replied the other missionaries,
"So we have the word first hand."

It was all too much for the Reverend to endure so he dropped to his knees, clasped
his hands and began to pray. "Oh Lord, you have sent me to this land of sin and
degradation and cast me into the midst of pagans, drunkards, fornicators and false
believers. Please, Oh Lord, give me the strength to make these poor lost lambs see the
errors in their ways and help me lead them back along the path of truth and
righteousness."

"One thing that you can say for Jesus freaks," said the hippie.
"They sure know how to blow a good party all to hell."

"What we need is a little music to turn this party around and give it some
life," said Joe Bob as he returned from his pickup with his guitar. He strummed a few
off-key chords, twisted the tuning knobs and said, "OK, everyone join in and we'll
sing The Yellow Rose of Texas, the Texas National Anthem."

When they finished the song, Joe Bob told them, "Did you folks know that the
woman that song was about was the reason why Texas won its independence from Mexico? She
was a mulatto whore who got Santy Anny into bed with her and kept him so busy that he
plumb forgot all about old Sam Houston, who was just over the hill, beating hell out of
the Meskin army. By the time that he got his pants back on and figured out what was going
on, the war was over and he'd lost."

The hippie spoke up, "We appreciate the lesson in Texas history, but do you
know anything else?"

"I shore do, pardner. I know lots of other songs. Fact is, I'll do a special
one just you and your dog," replied Joe Bob as he began to sing.

"Don't pet my dog, he'll mistake it for romance.

One scratch of his ear sets him in gear,

And he'll teach your leg how to dance."

Blackie seemed to know that the song was about him because he perked up his ears
when he heard it. Then he got up and went to sit beside Joe Bob. As soon as Joe Bob began
to sing again, Blackie tilted back his head and added his own discord.

"Nope, Rottenwilder. He has a rotten disposition and was wilder than a box of
snakes when he came here," said the hippie.

Joe Bob set his Tecate down after taking a sip and Blackie deftly tipped it on its
side and began to lap up the beer as it flowed out.

"Smart dog you got here, Tom," said Joe Bob. "Where did he learn
that trick?"

"I have no idea," replied Tom.

"Must be the company that he keeps," replied Ginger. "He seems to
have taken a liking to you."

"Well, damned if I am going to drink after you, Blackie," said Joe Bob.
"And you waste too much like that. Go get something for me to pour your beer
in."

Blackie got up and trotted around back of the camper. A few seconds later, he
returned, carrying a beat up old aluminum pot in his mouth.

"That's more like it," said Joe Bob as he poured half a bottle of beer
into the pan. After that, each time that Joe Bob would take a sip of beer from his bottle,
Blackie would also lap some from the pan. Before long, it was difficult to tell which of
the two was the more inebriated as they harmonized in drunken songs about Texas.

"I've got drunk a lot of times with big, black, mean football players; but
this is the first time that I ever got drunk with a big, black, mean dog," said Joe
Bob.

Luis shouted from the boat, "Papa, the leak is fixed. Maria and I are going to
walk around the point to see Tia Lupita. We'll be back before the tide comes in."

"Speaking of leaks," remarked Joe Bob as he laid down his guitar and
walked off into the darkness. Blackie trotted along behind him until he reached the
pickup, where he lifted his leg and anointed each of the big tires.

Carlos stood and began to walk toward the beach, "I'd better go check the boat
to be sure that it will be ready when the tide comes in."

Rebecca rose and followed him into the darkness, saying, "Hold up a second,
Carlos, and I'll go with you."

Ginger was wearing a short, yellow sun dress which rode up well above her knees as
she sat on the box, giving Travis, who was seated directly across the fire from her, an
occasional flash of her matching yellow panties. It was obvious to everyone around the
fire that he found the view to be most interesting. By the same token, the growing bulge
in his trousers hadn't escaped Ginger's attention.

Ginger removed her sandals, walked to the van where the verbal holy war was raging
even hotter, picked up a folded blanket and returned. She held out her hand to Travis and
said, "Let's take a walk along the beach to see if we can find some more driftwood
for the fire. Better leave your shoes here so you don't get them full of sand,"

As they disappeared into the darkness, Joe Bob laughed and said, "Driftwood,
my ass. That's the last that we'll see of that pair tonight."

"I never saw anyone take a blanket along when they went after firewood,"
said the hippie.

"They're probably going to chop a bunch of wood out there in the dark, but
I'll bet that they don't bring any of it back for us to see," laughed Joe Bob.

"You men are all alike. You have dirty minds and think from your pants,"
scolded LuAnn.

Carlos reached down and helped Rebecca climb the ladder into the boat, catching her
as she stumbled and holding her close for a second. A chill ran up and down her spine as
he slowly released her. "Would you like for me to hold a flashlight or anything for
you?" she asked.

They descended the three steps into the cabin and Carlos took a flashlight from a
cabinet. He opened the door leading down into the engine compartment and pointed the light
inside. "It appears that Luis has the repairs done and all of the water is out of the
bilge."

He turned off the flashlight and without a word, slipped his strong arms around
Rebecca's waist and kissed her firmly on the lips. She put her arms around his neck and
returned the kiss.

"Here we are, acting like a couple teenagers, kissing in the dark," she
said with a laugh.

It had been such a long while since he
had felt the warmth of a woman in his arms. He could feel her firm breasts against his
chest and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

The firm bulge in his trousers pressed against Rebecca's pelvis and she began to
quiver and shake. Suddenly she realized that she was actually having an orgasm, something
that she had never done before from simply kissing a man. In fact, while she enjoyed sex
with her husband, she seldom ever had orgasms with him.

Carlos opened the door to the bedroom beneath the forward deck and led her down the
two steps into the semi-darkness. The only light in the cabin came from the moon shining
through the small port hole. She heard him turn a lock on the door. They kissed again and
his hands moved slowly over her body. As they slid up her sides, raising her light blouse
over her breasts, she lifted her arms and allowed it to slip over her head. Then she
released the snaps on her bra and dropped to the floor.

When she put her arms around his neck again, she could feel that he had removed his
shirt and the hairs on his muscular chest tickled her breasts. Rebecca had spent many
hours working on the exercise machines in health clubs and was proud of the fact that her
figure was still as striking as it had been when she was twenty.

Their lips clung together as his hands moved over her body again, pushing her skirt
and panties along as they slid slowly down her legs. She had never wanted a man so much in
all her life, not even her husband when they were first married.

Rebecca felt him unbutton his trousers and heard them drop to the floor, then he
held her close and laid her back on the lower bunk. She could feel another orgasm coming,
but tried to hold it back so she could experience it with him.

She lifted her leg over his waist and pressed her body tightly against him. She
felt him move and press back against her. Then it entered slowly, the biggest penis that
she had ever felt. How could a man who was no taller than Carlos, have such an massive
organ? Perhaps when he was a boy, most of his growth hormones had concentrated in his
penis instead of using their power to make him grow taller. She gasped for breath, pressed
back against him and found more.

They rolled and moved together for what seemed to be an eternity. She not only had
the orgasm which she had been holding back but one after another in close succession until
it seemed that she would faint if she had one more. When the lovemaking was finally over,
she was exhausted and drained of all energy. She had never even fantasized being with such
a man.

They held one another close and basked in the afterglow of lovemaking. When the
incoming tide began to slap against the sides of the boat, they dressed and she asked
Carlos, "How much money will it take for you to repair the diesel engine on your
boat?"

"Much money," he replied with a sad note in his voice. "To do it
properly, it would cost at least six thousand American dollars just for the parts. I can
do the work myself, but it would take two months to complete the repairs. By then, the
Marlin season will be over."

"Why can't you just buy a new engine for it?" asked Rebecca.

"There are new engines in La Paz, but one would cost at least ten thousand
American dollars. I don't even have the money for the parts to repair it, much less a new
engine."

"I have a suggestion," said Rebecca. "I'll furnish the money so you
can go to La Paz and buy a new engine to get your boat back in operation immediately. Then
I'll stay here for a while and help you run your boat. Would you like that?"

"Very much Senora," replied Carlos. "But I do not understand why you
would want to do that."

"Just say that I like you and that the money is a loan," she replied.
"Since we are going to be more or less partners, why don't you begin calling me
Becky. That's what all my friends call me and Senora sounds so formal."

Travis and Ginger held hands as they walked along the beach. A yellow moon was
rising out of the Sea of Cortez and the sand felt warm against their bare feet. The stars
in the inky black sky appeared so close that one could almost reach up and touch them.

"Talk about ironic situations," said Travis, breaking the long silence.
"Would you believe that I am supposed to be on my honeymoon in Acapulco at this very
moment?"

"You're kidding," said Ginger. "Why are you walking with me on a
beach in Los Cabos when you are supposed to be in Acapulco with your wife?"

"To make a long story short, there is no wife. She left me standing like a
fool at the altar this morning."

"That's awful," said Ginger. "Why on earth would any woman do that
to a man whom she loved enough to agree to marry?"

"Actually, she never really loved me at all, and now I realize that I didn't
love her either. We were just sort of going along with her mother's plans until she
realized what was happening just in time to keep us from making a very big mistake."

"You poor baby," said Ginger as she held his hand tightly and kissed him
on the cheek.

They stopped walking and he held her close. He could feel her firm, round breasts
and erect nipples pressing against his chest. Ginger was so very different from either
Daphnie or Doris. He wanted to hold her and feel her warm body against his, something
which he never found appealing about the others. In fact, he had never really wanted
either of them to touch him. He kissed her lightly on the lips.

To Ginger, Travis was someone very special, totally unlike any man she had ever
known before. She had never really felt any love for either of the two boys whom she dated
in high school, just that she could feel comfortable having sex with them. She put her
arms around his neck and gave him a wet, lingering kiss while moved her pelvis slowly
against the bulge in his trousers. Her tongue explored places which had previously been
known only to his dentist and toothbrush.

When the kiss was finished, a hot flash came over Travis. He was left breathless
and felt as if his knees were about to buckle beneath him. "Where did you ever learn
to kiss like that?" he asked.

"Don't worry about where I learned how to kiss, just always remember who
taught you," she replied.

Ginger spread the blanket on the warm sand and they sat down. They held one another
close while they talked. The moon rose higher in the sky, casting black shadows around
them bouncing sparkling diamonds off the slow rolling waves of the Sea of Cortez. The
light surf filled the night with soft sounds as it crushed against the beach a few feet
from where they sat.

Finally, Ginger said to Travis, "You are supposed to be on your honeymoon
tonight, so the least that I can do is see that you have a part of one." While some
people only have sex, Ginger and Travis made love in the most classical sense.

The moon rose higher and they had to move the blanket higher on the beach as waves
licked at their feet. A pair of coyotes talked to one another in the darkness of the hills
behind them while the sound of voices drifted from where the boat was beached. They heard
the engine start and the boat pull away, but they didn't care because they were lost in a
special bond which was being formed between them. They were each falling in love for the
first time.

The moon had plunged into the Pacific Ocean and the sun was sending pink daggers
into the gray of the east when Travis and Ginger awoke. The air had become damp and chilly
and they had pulled the blanket tightly around them. "Good morning, darling,"
said Ginger as she kissed him lightly on the lips. As the red ball of the sun rose out of
the Sea of Cortez, they folded the blanket and began to walk back along the beach.

"The van's gone," said Ginger when they came into view of the hippie's
silent camper. When they arrived, her suitcase was setting beside their shoes and five
twenty dollar bills were folded and stuck in the handle. "Looks like the Reverend has
dumped me. I hope that this will be enough money to get me all the way back to
Kansas," she said as she counted it and put it into her purse.

"You told me last night that you had always wanted to see San Francisco, so
why don't you stay here with me for a few days and then we can fly there together. I'll be
glad to give you a first-class tour of the town," suggested Travis.

I certainly can't afford airline tickets, besides, do you think that we can get
reservations out of here?" she asked.

"You don't need to worry about the cost of tickets and I assure you that I can
get reservations on the airplane which will take us there," replied Travis.

What should we do with this blanket, keep it as a reminder of last night?"
said Ginger.

"I don't know about you, but I'll never need anything to make me remember that
night as long as I live," Travis answered. "Let's leave it for the hippie; he
looks like he could use it."

"It's too early to bother them. Let's walk up to the road and see if we can
catch a ride into town."

They put on their shoes, Travis picked up her suitcase and they walked up the hill
to the paved highway where the burned-out hulk of the rented car had been shoved into the
ditch. They had gone less than a quarter mile when they heard a car approaching from the
rear. As they looked around, a black Mercedes sedan pulled to a stop beside them.

The well dressed Mexican who was driving the Mercedes asked in perfect English,
"Would you folks care for a ride?"

Ginger and Travis held hands and sat very close in the back seat of the car.
"Could you tell us how far it is to the Hotel Cabo San Lucas?" asked Travis.
"I'm supposed to have a reservation there."

"Only about a mile," said the driver. "That is where I am going.
What is your name?"

"Travis Taylor. Why do you ask?"

"I'm the manager of the Cabo San Lucas. Your bags came from the airport on our
van yesterday, but when you failed to arrive last night, I notified the local police that
you were missing. When they reported early this morning that they had found the remains of
your rental car, we became concerned. I'll notify them that I found you because they are
planning to begin a search of the beach for you this morning. Did something happen to
you."

"You might say that something did, but I can assure you that it was the best
thing that ever happened to me in all my life," replied Travis as he squeezed
Ginger's hand.